She looked all of a naïve primary school girl
Bright eyed, face smiling, small built and hair that curl.
And she won’t listen
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
Her mother informed of her hearing impairment
Yet with her infectious nonchalant beam, she would befriend.
Some complained she spoke too loud
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
She was indifferent to the stares and whispers
She spoke innocently without filters.
She was blissfully unaware of the mute happiness she radiated
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
For such a fragile girl, she was surely well kempt
Long hair tied tidily, scarf-secured to fight icy breeze and clothes ironed.
She stood proud and apart
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
Every morning the eyes would search this tiny being; wondering if she heard the bell
She would always be the last one to emerge out of her shell.
Being late never looked so graceful
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
Once when asked, ‘If all was well?’
She flustered, shifted uncomfortably and mumbled a few valuable words to tell.
Being a witness of this bravery, a stone heart could melt
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
She didn’t turn up, one day
Search saw her shivering under a thick overweight blanket; the big teary eyes gave way.
This is how broken looked
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
She laid her faith in bag full of medicines
Put all her effort to understand life beyond pills.
Failing miserably
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
Before she left she enquired with hopeful eyes,
“Will I be able to ‘hear’ if I did everything I learnt here?”
Eyes of a loner conveyed, “Be quiet; so you can hear You.”
She said, “Be loud, so I can hear You”.
